The single old father, Tsunayoshi Sawada, remained silent.

Not only him, but everyone else who could understand what was said fell into a strange circle of silence, except for the person who said this with a complicated expression.

The young boy standing next to Gojo Satoru looked around, pursed his lips, and tried to pull the embarrassing white-haired man behind him - of course he failed, and his posture was so skillful that it made people feel strangely sad.

Sawada Tsukichi saw his action and curled his lips silently.

To be honest, everyone has probably thought about what it would be like to meet again after many years. Of the four people who were together at the beginning, except for Ieiri Shoko, who was almost destined to be protected by the curse world once she was discovered, the other three people now each have their own positions.

Sorcerer, "spellcaster", cursed spirit.

That is to say, Sawada Tsunayoshi's original identity was not a student but a teacher, otherwise he would have been able to make Yega Masamichi's head smoke.

But no matter how they imagined it, they probably didn't expect that the reunion would be at the gate of a girls' school. The three of them, each with their own guardian, were labeled as "single old fathers."

It’s quite funny to think about this.

The silent laughter slightly eased the strange and awkward atmosphere at the scene, but after waking up, the solidified state did not continue to flow.

In fact, Gojo Satoru has been pursuing Geto Suguru over the years.

But just as he understood Geto, the other party also knew his thoughts and ideas very well, so he and Geto often just passed by each other, and when they occasionally met, they would start fighting after a few words of disagreement.

So if it was a normal day and he was not at work, he would choose to remain silent and pass by Geto.

But today's scene was too coincidental, and there were unexpected people appearing, so he couldn't help but complain about it.

Speaking of complaining, it was actually someone who infected him with the skill. At that time, a few people got together and the one who was responsible for complaining was a cursed spirit who looked simple and deceptive. After he left, it was inevitable that it would be too lonely for two people to talk, so Gojo Satoru didn't know when he started to learn to complain.

I didn't expect that one misstep would lead to everlasting regret and result in such an embarrassing situation now.

and……

The blue eyes under the sunglasses swept over the brown-haired humanoid cursed spirit. Gojo Satoru had a thousand thoughts in his mind, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Since we are so destined to meet...would you like to go for a drink after I finish work?"

After saying this, Xia Yujie forced a smile with his face but without any real smile.

"It's not appropriate for us to be present while you're working." His voice was very soft. At least so far, Mimiko and Nanako had never heard Geto use this tone of voice to anyone.

But this tone is different from the gentle tone I use when I'm with my family...

The two girls stuck close to Geto Suguru, warily staring at the pretty boy with white hair, blue eyes and sunglasses (?), and occasionally retreated behind Geto Suguru and whispered something.

Although they tried their best to keep their voices down, the three adults present were no ordinary people either, because the two little girls' whispers were broadcast to everyone.

"Who is this white-haired guy? He's so annoying."

"But, but it seems to be someone that Master Geto knows."

"That doesn't necessarily mean they are close friends... they look very arrogant and annoying."

“…I second this.”

"You think so too, don't you, Mimiko? He looks like the third party... oh no, the fourth party, who came between us and Master Geto."

As he spoke, things started to get weird, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Gojo Satoru's face turned darker.

"Hey, Jay," he casually called out his former friend's name, "Are you taking good care of your children? Even our Hui-chan wouldn't say something like that."

Speaking of it, it actually has a subtle sense of showing off (?).

The young boy, who had no idea of ​​the relationship between the two, pulled his schoolbag strap and glanced at the adult who seemed to be so smug for some reason, and sighed silently in his heart.

Xia Yujie patted the two little girls on the head lightly and smiled at his friends.

"I'm sorry, Wu, the child is still young, please be more tolerant."

This is one of the few reasons why humans have learned everything without any instruction.

Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that there was a fierce situation between them that he could not get involved in, so he prepared to move back two steps and take Yuta away first.

Then I was stared at by two pairs of eyes at the same time.

"Eh - no way, no way, no way, no one is going to sneak away while I'm talking to that bun-haired girl over there, right?"

"Didn't the teacher just say that he had something else to tell me? Are you leaving now?"

Although he didn't know what happened, Okkotsu Yuta, who had been hiding beside him, pursed his lips and pinched his sleeve.

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around slowly.

It's okay, this is just the beginning.

He slowly smiled, looking at the two people, one black and one white, who had changed a lot since their youth, and tried hard to hide his emotions.

"Aren't you guys just chatting about family matters?" He said suddenly, "Topics like mistresses and concubines... shouldn't be for an outsider like me to listen to, right?"

——It’s going to happen.

Sawada Tsunayoshi said this in a hurry, and this was his subconscious reaction.

If it were in the past, the two DKs would have looked at each other immediately after hearing this, put aside their grudges for the time being, and walked towards him with fighting spirit.

But now it was no longer the same as before, and the scene fell into a strange silence.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at them with a gentle expression, but there was a sense of loss in his heart.

Then I heard the big white cat speak.

"Hey, Jay, how about a temporary truce for now?"

He clenched his hands together, and his knuckles made a crackling sound.

The black-haired young man here still maintained his smile and expressed his agreement with a smile.

"Just for now." His smile could even be described as very hearty (?), causing the two sisters who were clinging to him to take a step back and then walk towards Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Help, help...!

At the critical moment, Okkotsu Yuta, who had been hiding beside him with pursed lips, rushed out and stood in front of him like a little adult.

Although he didn't say anything, it was clear that he was trying to protect her.

The two young men, who were actually just doing it for fun, looked at each other and stopped at the same time.

Gojo Satoru, who saw this child for the first time, pulled down his sunglasses and made a "wow" sound.

"Where did you pick up this kid?" he asked, as if he could pick one up from the side of the road.

But as for Megumi Fushiguro who is beside him, he was almost picked up... from his eccentric father.

Sawada Tsunayoshi hummed, patted the vigilant boy on the shoulder - he had not fallen to the point of needing a child like this to protect him:), then raised his head and looked at Gojo Satoru to answer his question.

"Maybe it grew out of the ground by itself?" He gave an obvious answer that he himself did not believe.

Gojo Satoru knew that he didn't want to say it.

But it's not a big problem. Since it is 100% human, it will leave traces in human society.

He glanced at Sawada Tsunayoshi casually. In his memory, the cursed spirit that always seemed illusory even when it was with them now appeared in front of people on rare occasions, just like a bird flying in the sky that was caught on a string one day, allowing him to finally follow it.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a lot better.

Megumi Fushiguro, who was acting like a good baby, looked at her guardian in surprise as the atmosphere around her suddenly became more relaxed.

However, when Sawada Tsunayoshi saw that he was interested in Otsukino Yuta, he thought for a moment and tilted his head.

"Yuta, come and introduce yourself, this is your Gojo..." He paused, looked at Gojo Satoru and then at Otsutsukoshi Yuta, and asked with an indistinguishable expression, "Come to think of it, if Yuta is my younger brother, do you still have to call him uncle?"

…

Perhaps because he didn't want to continue playing the kissing game with them, Geto quickly left on the pretext that his daughters wanted to buy some game discs. He seemed to be the old father who cared for the children the most among the three.

Sawada Tsunayoshi also wanted to escape, but Gojo Satoru grabbed his wrist and asked him to help with the next incident. He was still as independent and decisive as he was in his youth.

Two kids with similar black hair followed closely behind them. After a while, a half-Rixiang wearing flowers and a black and white puppy appeared beside them. It seemed that they were getting along well with each other.

Sawada Tsunayoshi withdrew his gaze, feeling that what happened today was somewhat bizarre.

Gojo Satoru pulled him away with his head down, but he no longer had the energy to sneer at the other party as he did in front of Geto Suguru.

The memory of being dragged forward by the other party like this was a long time ago, and Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment, as if he had returned to the past.

But such a past is also separated by a layer of glass. My emotions at that time were isolated from the outside. I only felt that I was being dragged by Gojo Satoru just like now. The DK Gojo Satoru in his youth kept chattering about these things, and I kept responding with a helpless smile.

Suddenly, the other party stopped walking, and did not seem to be happy about the response. Instead, it meowed and moved closer.

It's always like this when I get along with the young Gojo Satoru.

The young man is like the legendary Ski who will die if he doesn't speak. When put together with Geto Suguru, he becomes even more powerful, forcing people to raise their hands in surrender.

There are very few times in my memory when I am as silent as I am now.

The longest silence was when he stood in front of the door and saw Gojo Satoru standing in front of him, covered in blood.

The boy who had just been so arrogant and proud because he had broken some kind of limit froze his expression for a moment, and slowly showed an expression of thought, doubt, and perhaps even a feeling he couldn't even explain.

But that silence was different from the silence now.

Sawada Tsunayoshi continued to be pulled forward obediently. Although he was the one who was forced to be pulled forward, the expression and posture on his face did not look like someone who was forced to do this. Instead, he was the leader between the two.

"Slow down."

He spoke slowly, with a kind of pride that had been marinated in his blood since who knows when.

Gojo Satoru stopped walking with a complicated expression, and an unspeakable silence spread between the two of them.

Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Megumi came to this girls' school originally because of Fushiguro Tsumeki who suddenly fell into a deep sleep a few years ago.

Even Gojo Satoru couldn't figure out why Fushiguro Tsumeki fell into a deep sleep, so he could only keep collecting relevant information - so he came to this school, where it was said that a girl showed a similar situation.

He didn't expect to meet Sawada Tsunayoshi here.

And this is such an everyday, ordinary, and normal human being like Tsunayoshi Sawada.

God knows what Gojo Satoru was thinking at that time.

The next moment he saw Geto Suguru, who had just finished a round of things, standing beside Sawada Tsunayoshi with a smile and squinting eyes... Well, Geto Suguru, you, the guy with thick eyebrows and small eyes, actually ran away. He was so excited that he almost jumped up like a teenager and pointed at the guy's nose to protest.

As an adult, my rationality suppressed this impulse.

So he could only watch the bird that had already flapped its wings and flown away from his hands with restraint and repression.

Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped, causing the brown-haired humanoid youth who fell behind to almost stumble and bump into his back.

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked, and the embrace with a sweet fragrance overwhelmed him. He could even hear the word "teacher" from the white-haired young man's throat, which came into his mind through his ears.

It's like nothing has changed.

Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly recalled a snowy day when he was awakened from a long seal and was handcuffed and chained by his guards and dragged through a Japanese-style courtyard.

That was the first time he met Gojo Satoru.

The Son of God, who looked even more immature and indifferent than when he was young, stood at the exit of the corridor at the other end of the courtyard with his hands in his pockets, looking at him indifferently.

The son of God of the Gojo family was almost wrapped up like a big fortune-teller, with his furry head sticking out from the blue scarf, and his snow-white eyelashes catching the falling snow, which fell with the snow in the courtyard at a gust of wind.

Those gorgeous blue eyes were not tainted by any color yet, they were indifferent and clear, with an indescribable divine excitement surging in them, and almost no one could look him in the eye.

And Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head, and their clear and cold eyes looked into each other's eyes, almost identical.

He heard the boy utter an imperceptible sound of doubt, and then he hurriedly broke away from the embrace of the servants, ran after him, stretched out a young hand, and grabbed the hem of his tattered clothes.

Sawada Tsunayoshi put his hand around Gojo Satoru's paw, which had already made half a gesture, as if he was pinching the back of the neck of a little snow leopard that was about to attack.

He smiled gently, without giving any sign that Gojo Satoru was about to perform a binding technique, but he just happened to interrupt the opponent's output of cursed energy.

The young man raised his head slightly. He had grown much taller than Gojo Satoru a few years ago, so he had to look up to look into those cold blue eyes.

But this did not prevent him from curling his lips and "teaching" the other party in a gentle voice as he did before.

"Just talk, don't use your hands."

The fingers that were about to be pinched into shape relaxed, Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled, patted the head of the white-haired young man who was already a head taller than him, and praised him as he did in the past.

"Good boy."